Richard is very passionate about books.
He is very careful in choosing which one to chew, suck or ‘bang’ with his hands.
I’d like to think he is a literary progedy, because he spent a lot of time choosing between Orwell, Poe, Steinbeck, Swift and Rushdie. (He chose Rushdie.)
On further reflection, I think he favoured Rushdie – not for the daring and highly provocative subject matter and imaginative brilliance – but rather for the shiny cover.